I left the country two weeks after walking across that stage for the most challenging and rewarding adventure of my life... at least up to that point. I moved to South India, where my “job” was to teach music to elementary and middle school students in a small international school. I’m fairly certain I learned a lot more than they did, but the musical at the end of the semester was a hit ☺ I spent the rest of my time building relationships, developing an evangelism curriculum, and helping out with a slum and orphan care ministry. I loved the culture and the friendships and being able to focus entirely on my relationship with Christ and sharing Him with other people. I had no idea what each day would hold, what people I would meet, and what animals I would encounter, but I will save monkey, cobra, and cow stories for another day.
The excitement and sense of adventure made coming back even more difficult though. To go from that to a desk job was not the easiest transition for me, but I was thankful for a great job working with a ministry called New Missions. They work in Haiti, but I was in their stateside office in Orlando. I first worked in donor relations and processed donations, but eventually became the volunteer coordinator.
The best part was being able to be home for a while, and God definitely confirmed that it was where I needed to be and why. My sweet brother-in-law proposed to Lindsey a couple weeks after I got home. The next five months consisted of planning and fittings and tastings, and I could not imagine missing that season of her life. She got married on New Year’s Day 2011. It was a great night, but it’s been even more fun watching them learn and grow since then. I’m glad she’s figuring out the secrets first ☺

Three days after that, doctors confirmed that a lump in my mom’s breast was cancer. Not the best news for Linds and Bryan to receive when they returned home from their honeymoon. My bosses were incredibly gracious and allowed me to join her for every appointment, test, and surgery as we prayed about what would be next. She approached it all with strength and grace that amazed me, and decided to fight it as aggressively as possible. When she went into surgery for a radical mastectomy, I had no doubt that would be the end of that scary journey. Then the doctor came out and shared that he could tell the cancer was in her lymph nodes. This meant a couple of things. Once cancer cells reach that point, they can go anywhere. It also meant that treatment would be much more extensive than we had hoped. Chemo started as soon as she had recovered enough, but again, God was faithful and she was incredible, and our family became closer than ever. She is now healthy and beautiful. And completely rocking the short hair.

Not too long after her diagnosis, a friend from Morristown came to Disney World and invited me to come hang out for a little while. We had gotten back in touch while I was in India and she was serving in China with a ministry called Show Hope. We were both passionate about orphan care and adoption, so we had lots to catch up on. At some point during the day, we joked about how I needed to move the Nashville and work for Show Hope. I didn’t think too much about it until a few weeks later, when I got a text saying the president of the organization wanted my resume. Conversations and interviews started soon after. The timing seemed absolutely insane, but in so many ways, this was my dream job in a city I loved. My family was cautious, but encouraged me to move ahead and see how God led. I had the opportunity to work with people I loved and respected and be a part of orphans coming home to their families. Show Hope runs care centers for special needs orphans and provides grants to help families overcome the financial barriers to adoption. As crazy as it all seemed at the beginning, God graciously worked out the details and I moved south of Nashville the day after my mom’s last chemo treatment.
So that’s where I am now. Franklin, Tennessee, to be more exact. It is a great little town and I have loved settling in and figuring out life on my own. I am living alone for the first time in my life and I’m a huge fan. I’m learning how to use a power drill and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt a greater sense of accomplishment than when I put up a window treatment. Honestly, it will be really tough to live with people ever again! I’ll need some extra grace if God provides a husband. My title at work is “Sponsor Liaison”, which means I communicate with donors if there are any issues and coordinate volunteers when the founder of the ministry has concerts all over the country. I’ll also get to lead occasional mission trips to a couple different places. This move was not something I saw coming, but I feel so blessed to be doing what I am doing.
That doesn’t mean it’s always easy though. I work with some great girls and have good friendships, but I haven’t found community like I had in school and in Orlando. I need accountability, which is something that’s not happening too much at the moment. It's also been tough to be away from family, especially as we process the loss of my grandfather in September. The whole guy/dating/relationship has been a challenge too. There aren’t single guys just hanging out in the adoption world, and I just don’t meet too many that are possibilities. Most of you probably know that I sincerely believed I would marry the guy I dated my last year in school. Clearly that is not what happened, and the thought of being wrong again terrifies me. So I’m hesitant. Trying to trust. And determined to have a great time in this season. I get to experience adventures and an intimacy with my Savior that not everyone does. I want to savor it and learn all I can now. So pray for that when you think about it ☺
This is so much longer than I planned. Sorry, but thanks for reading if you made it through. I love and miss you all dearly. You always have a place to stay when you’re in Nashville, and I am up for hosting a reunion anytime. Praying the new year is a blessed one for each of y'all!









anyone, can make me smile or seriously drive me crazy or keep me sane. Calls me out when I need it, comforts and listens and sees right through me even when I don’t want him to. We have our share of fights (some of them knock out drag out ,not literally but we are both stubborn)but we always apologize or stay to work it out. He brings out the kid in me and while most people think im the more mature one, sometimes I think they are wrong. Because the side he doesn’t show most people is more mature than I am. So I can’t complain lol. He wasn’t what I expected God to give me either (hmmm, a pattern maybe?)